2015 felt like one incredibly long all-nighter.

That’s ‘FOMO’ for you. It keeps you awake whether you're at the party or not 

It was the year in which Thursday was officially crowned the new Friday as Manchester began churning out new restaurants and bars ten times a month. I found myself regularly attending launch parties with the ‘If there’s Prosecco I’m there’ socialites, and unwittingly joined a party-sect of liggers with large afros, twiddly moustaches and very shallow pockets.

My Twitter, Facebook and Instagram accounts proved it. To not be there, in the thick of it, trying out all the new food and drink, would be to miss out. Stay in and I risk browsing events on my social media feed whilst wishing I was there working the room, you know, pretending I’m a VIP when I’m really just a ‘P’. In a toss-up between going out or missing out the former always wins. Sleep? Well, I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

“You’re always going out. Jealous!' my friends with more sensible bedtimes would text me after monitoring my movements on Twitter, watching the night unfold.

That’s ‘FOMO’ for you. It keeps you awake whether you're at the party or not. 

FOMO - the recently Oxford Dictionary certified acronym - describes an anxious generation with a ‘fear of missing out’ and an infatuation with what everyone else is doing. It's defined as 'anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.’